[Lust's first response is simply to nod, not trusting words. But she realizes that's hardly helpful, can he even see that she's nodded? But it seems such a difficult task, to bring forth coherent words and not simply whimpered sounds of pleasure.]

Yes!

[The word is breathless and sharp, torn from Lust's lips as she arches herself into Boone's hand. Her lower lip catches between her lip tight enough to bruise and her hair cascades in flowing patterns across the pillow and sheets. Her toes curl. There's a flush on her cheeks and down her throat, her skin alive with desire.]

[There's no doubt as to how badly she wants him.]